The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-06-23

with true respect for themselves and
for others-as any prime minister OF
England or any diplomatist at the
most refined court. All this shows,
that what Cicero says of true elo-
quence, that it comes from the heart,
j is also true as regards the nature of
true gentleman, that this also is not
a mere outward polish, but is rooted
in the very heart. After number
of weary and toilsome miles, mostly
through woods, we began in earnest
the steep and long ascent of the
Stone mountain, as the Allegheny
ridge, separating Tennessee from
North Carolina, is here called. At
last we reached the top of the ridge
at Bakers Gap and on an open,
grassy plane, under some large chest
nut trees, we took season of rest
before entering again into the Old
North State. Behind us lay Ten
nessee, our view bounded by the
Cumberland Mountains on the far
horizon, before us was North Caro-
lima, rugged, and mountainous, and
romantic. We found a pleasantstop
ping place some five miles this side
of Bakers Gap, on the banks of
Beaver Dam Creek. The whole
neighborhood here about is inhabited
by many people of the name of
Farthing, you might call it almost
a Farthing-settlement. Our host
was Farthing; his brother, who
had lost an arm in the late war, was
an excellent entertainer, besides SO
kind and noble and unselfsh in his
views of life, as to be living exhor-
tation to poor me. Still he could be
terribly stern too. His father, while
the son was in the war, had been
foully murdered at his home by
marauders; the son, now without his
right arm, as he was, rested not till
he had hunted down the slayer of
his father and, indeed, killed him
with his rifle.
This is but one of the innumer-
able bloody episodes from the ter
rible, late war, which were enacted
nowhere more commonly than in
these mountain fastnesses and hiding
places.
The next day, we had but short
journey. We crossed Georges Gap
and the Cove Creek on our way to
Boone On Georges Gap we met a
man by name of Banner-who
walked with us piece and insisted
ON our resting awhile at his comfor-
table and well-fxed home place
,, He told us much about his former
. stay in the far state of Oregon. A
photograph he had, showed him and
! companion standing between the
horns Of an immense Elk, which he
, had just shot. The horns were much
higher than the men-I dare not
, tell from remembrance how much,
+ for fear of seeming to stretch the
long bow, but they were certainly
much higher, and in the space be-
> tween them, some more men could
. easily have stood.
5 Boone, the highest town of North
81 Carolina, is very pretty little place
remarkable for its being ToNEY with
r the long stretch of well-fxed wooden
e sidewalk, which allowed one to take
delightful evening promenade
e We stopped at Coffee's hotel and
S were in every respect well pleased
( and satisfied with our accommoda-
G tions.
7 + The next day we took again but q
e short journey, our destination being
: Blowing Rock. We therefore spent
t the whole forenoon about the house
: and lands and mill of a certain
: wealthy and well-known farmer
e Josh. Winkler by name, about two
S miles from Boone. We spent oul
t time in and about the small noun.
It tain stream, fishing and sketching
it &C., as the fancy dictated. Delight
), full rest! There came in due tim,
n the dinner, regular, good, substan
= tial, country dinner, with no lack O.
d milk, butter, honey and cheese. w,
" got into the neighborhood of Blow
y ing Rock near o'clock. At tn
o clearinghouse of Estis, where w
It called first, there was no more room
IS The house was said to be filed witt
$, boarders, though we got not singh
Il one of them to see. I think the,
s all took an afternoon rest, which il
+ that delightful, cool air must be yer,
) pleasant and tempting indeed. Th
= I,ponle If the h0t1sn were vary fr;on1